Time Is Not On My Side

Ummmmm I refuse to believe that this is the last weekend in February. I refuse to believe that there's not a thousand and one days in February. I refuse to believe that I've spent the last week diligently following my cat around to make sure that she eats, drinks, sleeps, naps, doesn't hit her cone on things, etc., etc.

Basically...

Oh my god, I knooooooooow. I've been hating myself all this week, cursing my cat for being so freaking cute and cuddly and for constantly trying to find a way to lick her stitches.

But I have had one profound thought this week, and it's making me feel guiltier and guiltier by the second. I thought to myself, You know, I'll get back to writing once all this stress is done and packed away. That's all fine and dandy, but there's always going to be stress in my life. I just got to suck it up and push through, or else this story is never getting out of my head.

What all this means is that in March, I'm going to be on Nano schedule. I'm going to write like a fiend and hope - pray, really - that I get this thing finished before April. I already know that the editing process is going to be hell, because I've gone back over some of the old scenes, just to refresh my memory, and it's taken all I have not to erase everything and start over. Too much talking, not enough description, wrong names, dates, countries...I feel like I wrote these scenes with five years between each of them. And I know that once I get it all bound in one place, it's not going to be so bad. But, for now, I almost want to lie and say that my little cousin wrote it, but that would be an insult to her.

So, keep your fingers crossed that I successfully convince my boyfriend to play video games this whole weekend (I'm sure he won't argue too much) so I can write a little bit. Then, next week, I'll set aside all my books, my marathon-like watching of television shows, and laziness, and get to work.

I just hurt my heart saying I'd set aside my books.